And you couldn’t do any of this, wouldn’t do any of this, if it weren’t for the throat-clenching, gut-wrenching, heart-stretching love you feel every single minute for your child. You would fly to the moon and back for him. Some days, when you collapse into bed, it feels as if you have. Some days, he reduces you to tears of frustration. Some days, he leaves you breathless with awe. But while you might like him less on the former days, you always, always, always love him. It’s what gives you the patience to breathe through a tantrum. It gives you the persistence to get through homework, the courage to walk the mom gauntlet. Love gives you everything. You love, love, love your baby. You’d do anything and everything for him. And most days, it seems, you do.
[“Dear Mom of a Newly Diagnosed Kid with ADHD”]